(Un) Polished

If you want to know

My state of mind

On any given day

Just look at my nails

As they’ll tell the tale

Of how I’m feeling straight away


A Messy Job

Why oh why
did I try
to paint
my nails
on a train?

Never will
I attempt
such a
ridiculous
thing again!

(Originally Posted 09.11.2019)

Vive L’Hobbo!

Our dearest Hobbo

It’s impossible to show

Just how much we’ll surely miss thee

But until when

We may meet again

We’ll have the ever ebullient Brie!

😊🖤


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Neighbourhood Watch

Some have come and gone

Over the years

But I thank each and every one

Who helped dry my tears


Connections

It’s easier to connect with other writers these days, than it is to any of my friends.

It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.

(Originally Posted 24.07.2019)

Bottled Memories

I’m glad
I kept
your aftershave,
so that I
can wear
it too.

It’s the
only thing
that I
have left,
that keeps
me close
to you.

(Originally Posted 14.06.2019)

Magnets

What
holds us
together

Is a
deep
connection

That
need
never

Be
in
question

But
whether
or not

It’s
love
or hate

Is very
much
still

Up
for
debate

Oldies

Love’s
young
dream
we
weren’t

We
were
hardly
even
the
old

But
if
we
met
again

I’d
still
be
your
friend

If
the
truth
be
told

The Soiree

It was
exactly
one year
ago

That we
were all
sat in
that tent

But there
was only
one who
truly
listened

To my
broken
hearted
lament

From that
day we’ve
kept in
touch

Developing
connections
of our
own

That’s
because
you chose
both of us

To reap
from the
seeds you
had sown

I Can’t Tell You

I can’t
tell
you
how
much
better
I feel

To
know my
feelings
I need
no
longer
conceal

I
can’t
tell you
how much
more open
I am
now

To the
possibility
of loving
someone
again,
someday,
somehow

The Looking Glass

Looking at you
Looking at me

I wonder how
far into
my soul
you can
really see

Looking at me
Looking at you

I wonder
if I’ll ever
believe
what you
say is true

Connections

It’s easier to connect with other artists these days than it is to any of my friends.

It’s because we understand how shit things are, I think, when the madness descends.

Push And Pull

Love me
or
loathe me
you’ll
never
escape me
so why
would you
even try?

Kiss me
or
kill me
you’ll
always
want me
so there’s
no use
in saying
goodbye.

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